Thursday, January 31, 2019

Promo: Review & Giveaway of ONE TOUGH COWBOY by Lora Leigh & Veronica Chadwick

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ONE TOUGH COWBOY – Lora Leigh & Veronica Chadwick
Moving Violations, Book 1
St. Martin’s
ISBN: 978-1-250-30948-8
January 29, 2019
Contemporary Romance

Deerhaven, California – Present Day

Three suspicious deaths has Sheriff Hunter Steele wondering if those people were murdered. And if so, by whom and why? The latest death of a longtime resident has the woman’s only niece, Samantha “Sami Jo” Ryder, returning to arrange the funeral and settle the estate. Hunter vividly remembers the last time he saw Sami Jo. She was seventeen and the then twenty-five-year-old Hunter suddenly had lustful thoughts about her. He figures she’s now married with children. To Hunter’s surprise, Sami Jo is not only unmarried, but she’s also a cop and sexy as heck. She’s also determined to get to the bottom of what happened to her Aunt Dottie.

It doesn’t take long in ONE TOUGH COWBOY before Sami Jo and Hunter are exchanging hot kisses and tangling their bodies between the bedsheets. They also join forces to find out who is behind the murders in the county. Sami Jo knows her aunt didn’t willingly overdose on pain meds and intends to find out the truth. She inserts herself into the investigation, even when Hunter warns her to back off because Deerhaven is his turf. He has some suspicions who might be behind it, but he has to be careful or he could be killed. He just can’t let his lust for Sami Jo distract him, even if she is hot.

In ONE TOUGH COWBOY, the storyline of Hunter and Sami Jo searching for clues behind the killings is interrupted numerous times as they have sex. The passion between them is scorching and insatiable as they can’t get enough of each other. All those years ago when they last encountered one another, it turned out they both had feelings for the other. Will they get a chance to make those feelings turn into something more? Readers will get a good clue as to who the bad guys are, but what exactly is going on and why were these people killed? Once the mystery is solved, will Sami Jo remain in Deerhaven? Can Hunter promise her anything more than a good time in bed?

ONE TOUGH COWBOY has plenty of action in both the suspense and sex. If you love a sizzling hot romance between two cops, then ONE TOUGH COWBOY should be put on your to-buy list.

Patti Fischer


First in a brand-new series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh and Veronica Chadwick about one man’s pursuit of justice—and unbridled desire. 


For as long as Samantha can remember, Hunter—a man as strong as steel, with a heart of gold—has been her hero. It came as no surprise to Samantha when she found out that the ranch-hardened cowboy who always protected her from bullies went on to become the town’s sheriff. What does surprise her is how incredibly hot he still is. And how much she still wants him…


And, lo and behold, Hunter still has feelings for Samantha. The long-smoldering heat of their innocent flirtation has grown into a full-raging fire. But when tragedy strikes, and their small-town community is shattered, Hunter vows to do everything he can to keep his childhood sweetheart safe. But can Samantha trust that Hunter has her best interests at heart…and that, after all these years, his love is true? 


#1 New York Times bestseller Lora Leigh is the author of the Navy SEALS, the Breeds, the Elite Ops, the Callahans, the Bound Hearts, and the Nauti series.

Veronica Chadwick started storytelling when she was a little girl. She was first published in 2004. She lives in Tennessee with three cats, a very spoiled Shih Tzu and two grand dogs. When she’s not writing, she’s hanging out with friends, reading or badly playing video games.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2019


Beyond Risk 
By Connie Mann 
Publication date: 1/29/19 

"Heart-pounding excitement...left me sitting on the edge of my seat."—#1 New York Times bestselling author DEBBIE MACOMBER for Angel Falls 

The river runs wild 
Former Fish & Wildlife Officer Charlotte "Charlee" Tanner still carries the guilt of a tragic drowning accident that occurred on her watch. She hoped moving back home to the wilds of central Florida would provide a safe haven-until she learns the death was no accident, and she's the intended target. 

But no wilder than their passion 
Tough and decisive, Lieutenant Hunter Boudreau loves his new job as a law enforcement officer with the Florida Fish & Wildlife Conservation Commission. Charlee is his best friend, so when she comes under fire, he's not letting her out of his sight until the killer is caught. But Charlee won't sit by and let anyone else die for her. 

As danger closes in and Charlee and Hunter's attraction threatens to consume them, Charlee has to decide if she can trust Hunter. And to save Charlee, Hunter will have to trust her, too. 

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Excerpt #2

Charlee set her paddle across her kayak and ignored the fine trembling in her hands. Even though no wind churned the placid Ocklawaha River and the cypress trees shading the banks stood still in the warm sunlight, she couldn’t settle. She pulled out her smartphone and checked the radar yet again. A scan of the cloudless sky above the tree canopy confirmed there were no storms in the area. She sighed and glanced at the time. Only one eternal hour before she could get off the river.

She heard a bark of laughter and looked around. As usual by this point in the trip, the teens had started getting restless. Troy and Wyatt stood in their kayaks, while Luke filmed them falling in slow motion.

“Enough, y’all,” Charlee called, and all eyes turned in her direction.

“Quit trying to be somebody, Wyatt. Geez, you’re nothing but a total dweeb,” Brittany sneered.

Charlee looked in Paul’s direction, surprised again that he didn’t put a stop to his daughter’s name-calling. Charlee and her brothers had always ragged on each other, but it was never this mean-spirited.

When Paul turned his back on the group and glided away, Wyatt hung his head. Charlee paddled in the boy’s direction, pushing aside how much he reminded her of JJ. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, think about last year. Right now was what mattered. “Just ignore her, Wyatt,” she said quietly. “You’re not the dweeb, she is.”

That got a sideways smile from the teen, and Charlee smiled back. “For a guy who’s never been in a kayak before, it looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

Smiling shyly, Wyatt nodded. “It’s pretty awesome out here. I can’t believe this is, like, your job.”

His words reminded her of Hunter’s earlier encouragement to enjoy herself and made her grimace. She wanted to be glad she was out here, but she couldn’t, not anymore.

“Brittany! Brittany! Where are you?” Luke called.

Charlee’s head snapped around at the panic in the boy’s voice. Three quick strokes had her alongside Luke, who held on to an empty kayak. Wyatt pulled up right behind her.

“What happened?” Charlee asked as she slipped off her life jacket, voice calm. She pushed everything aside and focused on the boy, trying to ease his panic.

“Brittany said she dropped her phone and dove down to get it. But she didn’t come up, so Troy went in after her.”

Paul rammed his kayak into the others as he paddled over, eyes wild as he stripped off his life jacket. “Where’s Brittany?”

“We don’t know.” Luke’s eyes were miserable. “Troy dove in after her.”

Charlee eyed the life jackets both teens had left behind, and she turned to Paul. “Is Brittany a good swimmer?”

“I don’t know! Maybe. She used to be.”

Charlee turned to Wyatt, who shrugged, eyes wide and panicked. She turned to Luke. “What about Troy?” He nodded, and she heard a splash as Paul dove in after Brittany.

Seconds later, Troy popped to the surface. “I can’t find her!”

She glanced at all three boys, expression stern. “Stay here. I’ll get her.” She waited until they all nodded, and then dove into the river, straining to see through the tea-colored water. It was clear but brown from tannic acid.

She spun in a circle, waving her arms and legs as she turned, trying to connect with Brittany. She counted the seconds in her head as she expanded the search area, reaching wider, deeper. Come on, come on. Where are you?

A suffocating sense of déjà vu wanted to paralyze her, take her back to that day at the shoals, but she shoved it aside. If she let herself go there—for even one second—she wouldn’t be able to function. Just find Brittany.

She dove deeper. Yes. There. She reached a flailing arm and tried to pull Brittany up with her, but the girl wouldn’t budge. Was she stuck? Charlee felt her way down the girl’s torso and legs, finally realizing her foot was wedged under a log. She tugged and tugged, her lungs screaming for air, but she couldn’t pull Brittany free.

A flash of movement caught her peripheral vision, and suddenly, something grabbed her ankle in a viselike grip, clamped tight, and tried to drag her downriver. Her brain shouted alligator, but she didn’t feel teeth, just an unbreakable hold she couldn’t escape even though she kicked with all her strength. No. No. No. Let go.

Frantic, Charlee kept kicking with both legs, desperate to free herself. If she didn’t get more air, quickly, she and Brittany would both drown.

She finally broke free, sent up a quick prayer of thanks, and latched on to Brittany’s arm. She fought the current as she felt her way down Brittany’s body to find the submerged tree that trapped her. Charlee braced her feet against the trunk and pushed with everything
she had. She managed to move it just far enough to slip Brittany’s foot free.

Lungs screaming for air, Charlee grabbed the girl to guide her to the surface, but Brittany just floated in the water. Another wave of panic clawed at Charlee’s throat. Not again. Not again. Not again.

She grabbed Brittany around the waist and used her legs to propel them to the surface. Once they popped up, Charlee spun Brittany face up so she could get air while she towed the girl to shore.

Her feet touched the bottom near the banks, and she staggered through the mud until she found solid footing near a fallen cypress tree, then stood, pulling Brittany up with her. She had to get the girl up on shore, start CPR.

As she straightened, the water around her suddenly exploded, and she heard several loud bangs in rapid succession. Water splashed her face, momentarily disorienting her. But then the noise registered.

Someone was shooting at them!

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Tuesday, January 29, 2019


Meet the Author:

Sheryl Nantus is an award-winning romance writer published by Entangled, St. Martin's, Samhain, and Harlequin's Carina Press.

When she's not writing about hunky heroes, she is sipping tea, playing board games and writing haiku.

A total fangirl at heart, she met her husband through an online fanfiction community and currently lives in Pennsylvania.

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Liam Wolfson, the professional assassin, is dead. His new persona, Jack Hammerson, lives in a small town in Colorado, happy helping out as many of the townsfolk as he can. It’s his way of working toward some kind of redemption for his sins. Until one night when an amnesiac woman falls into his arms, calling out his old name...

Kara remembers nothing about her previous life, only brief glimpses of an old lover and their time together... but she knows her fate is entwined with Liam's. Then there’s the familiarity with all things Valkyrie and Valhalla. She worries she might be going crazy.

Liam has worked hard to hide all traces of his old life but Kara rips old wounds open as their old feelings for each other come rushing back. But it's not just Kara who's come to town looking for answers. When mercenaries arrive looking for Liam, he’ll need Kara to remember what she’s capable of if either of them is going to survive...

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Excerpt #1

Another loud clap of thunder and Jack got to his feet, the automatic by his side. He held his breath and listened.


Something scratched against the front door.

Not sleet or hail.

He went to the nearby window and peered out between the blinds. His grip tightened as he squinted into the darkness, focusing on what lay outside.

A lightning bolt shattered the sky, a heavenly flare illuminating the world for a few brief seconds.

“What the hell?”

He unlocked the front door before jerking it open with his free left hand, swinging the pistol up to aim into the driving storm.

A woman fell past him onto the hardwood floor, landing on her hands and knees as the rain drove in, dousing Jack’s face and bare chest. She was soaked through, her leather
jacket and jeans waterlogged and providing little protection. Long blond hair stuck to her face, hiding her features.

He tucked the pistol into the small of his back before taking hold of her arms and dragging her inside, kicking the door shut with one bare foot.

Jack knelt down, pulling the woman up so he could get a clear view of her face.

Her soft blue eyes locked with his. The pang of recognition shot through him like the lightning bolt that had revealed her.


He swallowed hard, finding his voice. “Are you okay?”

The ball of panic in his gut twisted, expanded.

Kara lifted a shaking hand to cup his cheek. “Liam?”

“Yes,” he answered instinctively.

She slumped in his arms, unconscious.

Jack twisted around, nausea building and burning his throat.

If she’s here…

He laid her on the ground carefully before rushing to lock the front door, double-checking the deadbolt before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom. The tub wouldn’t be comfortable, but it might offer some shelter from the gunfight he feared was about to break out at any second.

Jack placed her gently in the bathtub, doing a quick once-over before snagging the off-white towel from the rack and draping it over her.

Nothing. No weapons, no wallet, no identification of any type. No open wounds, either, lifting that weight from his heart.

He snatched the combat knife off the small shelf and tucked it into his pocket—he wasn’t going to leave any weapons within reach.

Just in case.

Jack ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair, his pulse hammering in his ears.
“Fuck,” he said aloud.

The thunder shattered his thoughts, and he raced back to the living room, pulling the pistol free.

Jack positioned himself and looked out through the blinds again.

There was nothing more to see, the various shades of black and gray shattering only with the lightning flashes. If anyone was out there, they’d have to wait in the driving cold sleet until dawn.

Jack glanced toward the bathroom.


He rubbed the back of his neck, the memories rushing up.

Her mouth, so hot and soft. Legs wrapped around his hips with a strength that surprised him—but the woman could kiss.

And when she came…

He swallowed hard, desire rushing southward with a vengeance.

That little sound was enough to make him follow. With the scratch of her nails on his back…

He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself out of the vivid memory. Their affair had lasted only a week, no promises or commitments offered or given, but it’d stuck with him for over a year.

But now Kara was here, hundreds of miles away from where they’d first met.

She also was using his real name.

Jack rolled the unfamiliar word off his tongue. It’d been over a year since he’d heard the name, shrugged off before coming to Everett’s Ridge.


None of this could end well.

He checked his pistol and stared out into the driving storm, squinting as he stood guard.


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Monday, January 28, 2019


Suddenly Mine 
By Samantha Chase 
Publication date: 1/29/19 

Love is a sanctuary 
Christian Montgomery is burnt out—the family business might be his entire world, but his father's judgment means Christian never stops working. His only respite is gazing at the beach and the carefree surfers riding the waves...especially the curvy redhead who's caught his attention. 

Sophia Bennington has just fled from her small Kansas town to California, where she's trying her best to embrace her new beginning. Soon Christian and Sophia find one another, and it feels like sanctuary. But when their difficult pasts catch up to them, will they run away from each other? 

Montgomery Brothers Series 
·         Wait for Me (Book 1) 
·         Trust in Me (Book 2) 
·         Stay With Me (Book 3) 
·         More of Me (Book 4) 
·         Return to You (Book 5) 
·         Meant for You (Book 6) 
·         I'll Be There (Book 7) 
·         Until There Was Us (Book 8) 

Praise for Samantha Chase: 
"Chase's three-dimensional characters leap off the page..."—Publishers Weekly for Until There Was Us  
"A sweet romance: classic, thoughtful, and as lyrical as the stars."—Kirkus Reviews for A Sky Full of Stars 
"Chase just gets better and better."—Booklist 

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It wasn’t the taste of the ocean on her lips, like he’d fantasized about so many times.
It was better.
And far more addictive.
Christian’s arms banded around Sophie as he pulled her closer and groaned with pleasure at the feel of her soft curves pressing against his bare chest.
Yeah, he’d gone out for a jog earlier and should have pulled a shirt on before answering his door, but he hadn’t. And now he was glad for that decision, because seeing how Sophie had been watching him—all but staring at him—had made his decision to be bold and kiss her easier.
It was good to know this wasn’t a one-sided attraction.
Her soft moan as she wrapped her arms around him was a highly erotic sound. Christian took the kiss deeper—thrilled and more turned on than he thought possible as her tongue touched his. It had been a long time since he’d felt this strongly about a woman and he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been this aroused by a simple kiss.
Okay, so it wasn’t quite so simple. It was hot and wet and sexy, and he shifted them so he could sit on the sofa and cradle her in his lap. Sophie moved with him and when they were in their new position, she hummed with approval.
They were in his home. It was completely private. And some primitive part of him wanted to take this further. Christian felt like he’d been waiting forever for her, even though he hadn’t known her for even a week.
It was crazy and impulsive, but he couldn’t stop this feeling no matter how hard he tried.
Which, to be honest, wasn’t much. He was too wrapped up in all the sensations—how soft her lips were, how sexy she sounded, how incredibly responsive she was to him.
With his hands gently skimming up and down her spine, he had to focus so he wouldn’t lose the thin grip he had on his control. The halter top left most of her back bare and the softness of her skin was driving him crazy.
And for a man who thrived on always being in control, it was an odd feeling.
One hand reached up to anchor into her hair—which felt just as silky as he’d imagined—and slowed them both down. He sipped at her lips, angled his head, and trailed kisses down her cheek and then back again. When he finally lifted his head, they were both breathless. Sophie rested her head on his shoulder, and for the life of him, he didn’t know what that meant or what he should say.
Technically, he had stated his intentions and she could have said no.
But she seemed as into it as he was, so hopefully she wasn’t upset.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
Those five little words hit him hard. Tucking a finger under her chin, he gently forced her to look at him. His eyes scanned her face and it took every ounce of strength he had not to dive in for another kiss—no matter what she said. Her lips were so red and wet, her cheeks were flushed, and she was still breathing a little hard.
She was sexy as hell and he could feel himself trembling with the need to stay in control.
“Why?” he whispered.
Sophie swallowed hard. “We’re going to be working together, Christian. This isn’t appropriate, and…” She scrambled off his lap and sat beside him. “It shouldn’t have happened.”
He felt completely gobsmacked and had no idea how to respond to what she was saying.
“You have to understand,” she said. “It would look really bad for me to be messing around with you as soon as I start this job. People will look at me like that was how I got the position.”
Raking a hand through his hair, Christian let out a frustrated breath. “Sophie, no one is going to think that. And what happened here had nothing whatsoever to do with work or your job or…any of that.” There was no way not to say what came next. “The truth is, I’ve sort of been…aware of you for a while now.”
Putting a little more space between them, she looked at him nervously. “Um, what?”
“I’ve seen you out surfing,” he clarified.
“You mean—that night when you thought I was drowning,” she stated slowly.
But Christian shook his head. “Before that.” Sighing loudly, he stood. “Every morning I have a cup of coffee out on my deck. I started doing it a while ago and I found it was a nice way to start my day.” He looked straight at her. “It wasn’t like I was purposely looking for you, but…you kind of stand out.”
“Stand out?”
Carefully, he touched a strand of her fiery hair. “A redhead in a sea of blonds,” he said, almost mesmerized by the feel of her. “Every morning, if you were out there in the ocean, I saw you. I didn’t stay out there the entire time and it wasn’t like seeing you was the only reason I was out there,” he quickly explained. “But it was normally while I finished my coffee. So many times I tried to convince myself to go down to the beach and introduce myself.”
“Then why didn’t you?” she asked, her voice softer and a little less nervous now.
He shrugged. “Cowardice, I guess. There never seemed to be the right time to go about doing it.”
“Until you thought I was drowning?” she asked with amusement, and Christian saw the first hint of a smile playing at her lips.
He smiled back and felt his cheeks heat. “Um, yeah. Like I said, cowardice.”
Sophie reached up and captured the hand the was still playing with her hair and squeezed it. “I don’t think it’s cowardice at all. I think in the same position I would have felt the same way.”
“This move has forced me out of my comfort zone. Back in Kansas, I knew everyone in town, so I never experienced the awkwardness of meeting someone new. Even when I went to college, it was local, and I knew so many of my classmates that even when I met someone new, we had friends in common.” She paused. “Moving here sight-unseen meant everyone was a stranger. I had to get over my insecurities and break out of my comfort zone and force myself to talk to people.”
“It’s the opposite for me. I’ve always been at ease meeting new people, and I’ve never hesitated to introduce myself to a beautiful woman,” he said with a lopsided grin. “You were the first woman who made me pause.”